Bsd One Shots

Opening gifts that aren't for me

*no ability au, high school au,*

Quick summery- Atsushi was in orphanage till he was 15 then a walthy marriage adopted him, they also adopted Kyoka a year later, Atsushi is trans ftm and his adoptive parents didnt accept him then he come out to them.

Atsushi looks from behind his long bangs at himself in the mirror, he realy needs to get his hair cut before he becomes totally blind. the boy thinks. He looks some more at himself in the big mirror on his closed, noteing every imperfection and looking with great disgust at the two lumps of fat on his chest, as well as the empty space i his boxers. He feels anxiety pull in his chest, and a laugh leave his mouth for today is christmas, and here he is still sapping about how wrong his body is, others have worse. Atsushi tells himself while reaching for a new roll of bandages and a shirt.

About an hour later the white haired boy comes out of his room and down to the living room where are his foster parents and his foster sister Kyoka. His mother gets up from the couch she's been siting on and goes to greet Atsushi. The boy does the same but has a hard time paying her attention with the beautifull christmas tree staring right at him from the corner of living room.

"Atsushi dear! You look trully beautiful" Atsushi smiles and blushes slightly then he's about to say a thank you the woman continues. "Allthough I'd be more happy if you'd dress as nicely as your younger sister honey? Just look at her dress! And you know what, i bought just the same for you my dear!" The smile on Atsushi's face quickly changes into a nervous one, he should just be a man accept it and have it past himself. But it just feels so wrong. "Ah- A thank you mother... I realy appreciate it but- um, you remember then i told you i was actually a boy?.. And boys- i mean they can! But i just dont feel comfortable...." Atsushi babled for some more, the most of his words coming out too quite to even hear. Then the boy lifted his head up, the expression on his mother's face wasn't as he exepted. He though she's gonna be mad, but no? She just looked, disappointed. Atsushi quickly let his head fall again, his Mother just sighned and went back to siting on the couch next to her husband. White haired boy didn't know what to do with himself so he sat on the couch too, but next to his sister. His sister is the only one in this family who suports Atsushi, he loves her very dearly.

"Alright, shall we open the gifts children?" Said their foster father smiling, with a bit of other feelings picking behind this smile but still a smile. Thir cleaning lady next to the christmas tree kneeled down and reached for the first gift, reading Kyoka. The girl sprung to her gift, amazed that she got one. From what she heard Santa only gave presents to good children, and she with her countless beating of other children at her old orphanage surelly wasn't a "good child" allthough the fights werent something she wanted but rather was forced into by other children. So maybe Santa is better then the govermant and saw that it wasn't her foult? Let's hope! Kyoka sat back next to her brother and started opening the gift. The cleaning Lady reacged for next present and read the name of childrens foster mother, she smiled telling her husband it's from her parents and took her present from the cleaning lady.

While all this happened Atsushi felt like he's going to faint any moment. He couldn't think yet he though about so many things at once. What am i gonna get? Is it gonna be something girly? Was the most constant of his thoughts. His head was too heavy and his hands too shaky as the cleaning lady read his name. He looked at the cleaning lady then at the preetily wraped present in her hands. Atsushi wantes to stand up, but his legs wouldn't move. Kyoka turned her hand and saw the state her brother is in, she wasn't stupid the girl understoon immediantly. She got up and took the gift herself. Her present wasn't openes just yet, only the wraping paper taken off.

"Mom, dad can we go to our room and open our gifts together?" Kyoka said, in the most sweet sugary foice she could muster, though it wasn't needed for their foster parent's loved her a lot. They loved Atsushi too, it's not like they are bad people they just dont understand.